Life

You could hear us from the end of the road.
We’d been drinking again.
The sun’s last resort was burning the horizon but we didn’t care
Gaz slipped on the curb and it was funny because it was unfortunate.
We opened the park gate because it was ours and we nestled ourselves on the familiar climbing frame, because this park was ours and everyone knew this because they did.
The power of habit evolves into ownership.
We hear the crunch of flint on flint as a silhouette of a stranger heads to a destination.
We didn’t like that very much, naivety is always an excuse for confrontation.
He knew we were following him. Fear is easy to smell. And body language is easy to read. Inside he was hoping his pessimist was wrong.
He was right.
Gaz’s drunken fist collided with the back of an innocent skull as the figure came falling, screaming.
We covered him as if a blanket over a freshly lost soul.
Heel to spine, our mass upon his head, no flesh or bone remained forgotten as we fell upon him, an avalanche of ambiguous anger.
Have you ever heard a human scream from fright? Have you ever heard a human scream for their mortality?
We ran away, knowing what we had done, but there was no empathy, only ecstasy.
It was funny because it was unfortunate.
3 weeks later and I’m sat upon the criminals pedestal
Everyone denied naturally. Yet there was an unintended crowd.
Law is a biased karma, setting heavily upon the negative, neutral towards positive. And it has no time for apology, regret or a pitiful beg.
Suddenly everything isn’t so funny anymore.